by Cate Troyer
As I opened the door to my apartment, I was greeted by another amazing view, and I stepped into the lap of luxury. I had a hard time catching my breath as I studied the place. One wall of the living room was nothing but windows looking over the city and beyond. Eventually, it faded off into the haze the always seemed to cover the city, On the far wall, a small gas fireplace waited for me to light it, and a flat screen TV hung blank and still over it. There was a small but serviceable kitchen, separated from the living room by a small counter with dark wood and black appliances. A hall on the other side of me led down to an open door where the foot of a large bed peeked into view.
Big and Silent slipped past me and set my bags down in the bedroom. When he returned, he gave me a nod of goodbye and then left, pulling the front door shut behind him and leaving me free to explore my new place.
It was going to be my last night alone for a while, so I took advantage of it. A luxurious bath filled with bubbles that smelled like jasmine, a meal of steak and salad from the swanky restaurant, and crap television. I lounged around, watching the daylight fade from the city and the nightlife begin. The car lights moved like rivers down the streets and the buildings twinkled like stars. I stood on the 62nd floor like a queen overlooking it all. When I slipped into bed that night with my stomach full, the worried of the past few weeks seemed so far away.
***
Edward and Maritza arrived the next night. He had brought a suitcase for the week he and I would spend together while Maritza only had an overnight bag. She gripped it tightly and studied me wide-eyed while we stood awkwardly in the living room. I didn’t know what to say to her. Hi, I’m going to be fucking your husband for the next week hoping he knocks me up seemed somewhat crass. I could see why he chose me though as I studied her. She had dark brown hair that was pinned neatly into a tight bun at the nape of her neck. Her pale skin and large blue eyes matched my own. She didn’t seem that much older than me, I noted.
“Would you like something to drink,” I offered hesitantly.
She gave me a ready smile and nodded. Edward relieved her of the overnight bag.
“I’ll take these into the bedroom,” he offered and leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. “You get to know Jane, Maritza. I want the three of us to be very close.”
We ordered in, and Edward produced a bottle of fine white wine. We drank, ate, and talked, getting to know each other. Edward was fifteen years older than Maritza and had a son from a previous marriage. It had ended, and several years later, on a business trip to the Balkans, he met Maritza and brought her home. When they had trouble conceiving, they had turned to IVF, and finally accepted the need for a surrogate. Because of their unique relationship and open marriage, this seemed like the best choice. Watching them together, it was clear that their decade together hadn’t cooled their ardor for each other. There were times I felt a bit like a third wheel, that is, until they turned that ardor on me.
The wine spread warm feelings from my nose to my fingertips. As we exchanged quips and stories, I giggled and relaxed. It wasn’t until around midnight, when Edward stood and offered me his hand, that I remembered the deal. I was bought and sold, and Edward and Maritza were here to fulfill that. Edward led me into the bedroom with Maritza close on my heels. When he shut the door, I faced the duo with my heart beating in my throat.
They prowled around me, slowly stripping me of my clothes and reducing me to nudity. My pale skin glowed in the dim light of the lamp and I heard Edward’s breath turn husky and heated. Maritza’s eyes traveled lazily over my body before she reached out and idly caressed a nipple. A slow smile curved her lips as my body reacted to her touch, the little nub hardening to a rubbery point. She tweaked it gently and then repeated the process to the other nipple. My breath caught in my throat as she cupped my breasts and tested their weight in her hands before lowering her mouth to suck a nipple in to the warm heat. The slight bite of her teeth scraped along the sensitive skin and a warmth rushed through my body centering on my loins. Edward pressed against me, my back against the heated planes of his chest. One large hand rested on my hip and the curled forwards, teasing the slit over my womanhood.
“She’s already damp,” he murmured to Maritza, slipping a finger in to stroke my soft skin and tease my clit. His large finger moved back and forth, just barely breaching the entrance to my body before returning to the small bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs.
Maritza’s blue eyes met mine, hot with pleasure and desire. She stepped back her hands falling to the silky tie of her robe. Edwards other arm wrapped around my waist, pinning me to him as his fingers caressed my secret places.
“Watch her, Jane,” he whispered, his breath warm and wet in the shell of my ear. “Watch her pleasure herself, give herself over to joy.”
Maritza slid back on the large bed, her back propped against the wall. She spread her slim thighs and allowed her long fingers to caress the curves of her labia, before slipping a finger inside her body. She reached down and rummaged around in a bag next to the bed pulling out a thick, black dildo. It was knobbed and curved in a way that I had never seen before.
“It’s designed to hit her g-spot,” Edward answered my unasked question, amusement rich in his voice. “She’s going to fuck herself with it for us, use herself as I soon will use you.” He planted a arm kiss at the spot where my neck met my shoulder and my body shivered.
I watched her slide that long, thick staff inside her, saw the entrance to her body widen and stretch to accommodate it. Her body gripped it tightly as her hand readjusted its grip on the shaft and began thrusting it in and out. I was grateful for Edward’s arm as my knees grew shaky and a flood of arousal coated my highs and his hand which still worked on my body, sending lightning bolts of pleasure through me. He was teasing me, I knew that, but also bringing me a point where I wanted to throw myself down and beg him to pound into me the way the black cock was pounding his wife.
Another finger joined the first on its trip through my folds, spreading the arousal further, and soon, he was dipping both of them into the tight ring of my body, pausing and stretching the opening. I hissed at a slight sting, and he dropped another kiss on my shoulder before lightly nipping me. I squealed softly and then moaned as he palmed the hot, wet mound between my thighs.
“Watch Maritza, Jane,” he said again. “Look at how she is enjoying this. When I fuck you and breed you, it will be on that bed. Your back will be against her chest, and the movement of your body as I thrust into you will press you against that black dick. You and I will fuck my wife as one.”
I whimpered softly, and then, as he twirled my clit, my eyes rolled back in my head, the tight knot in my groin expanding as an orgasm rolled over me. He supported me as I collapsed back against him, my legs giving out in the intense pleasure.
“Oh God,” I moaned. “Oh please…”
He chuckled in response, pulling his hand away. A finger traced my lips, leaving a trail of my arousal, the scent of it filling my nostrils. It was like the smell of cool water. I licked the taste of myself clean, sucking my lips in as my body shuddered against him. I wanted so much, that I couldn’t even vocalize it all. Edward spoke for me. “She’s ready, my love. Are you ready for her?”
“Oh yes,” Maritza drawled, her eyes half closed. She looked as though she was almost ready to cum as well. She situated herself, legs wide, as Edward guided me to the bed. I climbed on the soft coverlet and into the beckoning arms of the dark-haired woman. I could feel the handle of the dildo still buried inside her channel pressing into my back, and she wrapped her legs around mine, forcing them open. Her hands slid down my arms, twining her fingers through mine before pulling them back to her shoulders. I was pinned against her, open and vulnerable, the cold air teasing my damp thighs and swollen labia. Edward groaned as he looked at us, his hands dropping to the silver buckle of his thick black belt. In moments, his trousers dropped to his ankles, and I got a look at the first cock I’d ever seen in person.
> His balls hung heavy and tan, sparsely covered in black hair. The shaft of his dick was ridged with veins, pulsing thick and red, leading to a flared head where a drop of pre-cum glistened like a diamond. He seemed huge to my virgin eyes, and glancing between my body and his eager cock, I didn’t know how he would fit. Maritza tightened her fingers in mine, her voice soothing in my ear.
“Look at how he wants you, princess,” she cooed. “He’s going to bury himself inside you and give me a baby.”
As the bed dipped between the man’s weight, and he climbed up my body towards me, he planted soft kisses on our legs before lowering his head to lap at the juices pooling between my thighs. The firm pressure of his tongue teased me, sliding into my cunt, and nibbling at the soft folds. I gasped, tilting my head back against Maritza’s shoulder, my hips rising to meet his mouth.
His wife gripped my hands tighter and moaned encouragement to Edward, “Take her, my love. Fuck her and me.” Her heated, wet crevice pressed against me, moving restlessly against the stimulation of the teasing length of plastic inside her.
Edward reared back with a grin, his chin glistening with the evidence of my arousal. He crept up further between my legs, gripping the hard staff that jutted out from his body and dragging it through the lush valley between my legs, teasing the taut entrance by slipping the bulbous head just inside before pulling out and doing another round to the erect little bud and teasing it, smearing our juices together.
“Not yet,” his voice was husky and deep as he barely probed me again. “I want to hear her beg.”
“W-what?” I gasped in desire. At that moment, all I wanted was for the thick, hard length of him to fill me. My body practically demanded it.
“Beg me to take you.” His voice was hoarse in my ear and filled my whole world. I would do anything for that voice right now, and I would do anything to have him fill the aching void between my legs.
“Please! Oh, please!” I tried to arch my body, let my chasm swallow him whole.
He pushed inside a little further, the stretching reminding me of my still-virgin status. He paused right at the edge and pulled back out. I nearly cried in frustration.
“Beg,” he was intractable. “Beg me to take you, use you, fill you. Tell me you’ll be my little fucktoy, that I own you for the week.”
His hands braced against my hips, and I noted the strain holding back was having on him. His muscles contracted beneath the skin and there was a noticeable trembling as he waited for my response. Desire warred with womanly conquest in my soul. Words seemed so small and easy. I knew what I needed to do.
“I’m yours,” I purred, leaning forward until our faces were mere centimeters apart. Maritza moaned as my shifting moved the dildo inside her. I wriggled my hips for good measure and was rewarded by her tighter grip and the soft sound of panting. “Fuck me. Take my virginity. Use my body as your breeding tool. For the next week, use me however you want.” I could feel his cock grow harder and press deeper as my words flowed over him. His dark eyes were inscrutable, and my lips curved into a slow, sensual smile as I finished with the words he so desperately wanted to hear. “I’m begging you.”
With a low groan, he surged forward into my body, the slickness eased the pain into nothing more than a slight twinge until he was planted deeply inside of my, his rod stretching the firm walls of my pussy. I cried out at the sensation, thrust back against Maritza who flung herself into an orgasm as the black latex inside her rubbed against her G-spot again. Her ululating cries filled the room as her body jerked against mine.
Edward held still, sweat beading his forehead as my body pulsed and contracted around the intruding appendage. Then he moved oh so slowly, pulling out almost all the way before plunging inside again. He picked up speed, eventually thrusting wildly into my receptive body. I cried out in exultation myself as the untried sensitive areas responded to his attentions, my channel gripping him tightly and milking him. With a shudder and another low groan, he ground his hips against mine. I could feel the jerking spasms through his body centered on his cock as it flooded my womb with his cum. He rocked slowly against me, shoving his cum deeper, emptying his balls of his seed. He planted a soft kiss on my lips and a more passionate one on Maritza.
With a final roll of his hips, he pulled out and flopped on the side of the bed. The three of us lay there, intertwined, as the cool air dried the sticky sweat on our bodies. Slowly, we moved from the bed to the bathroom and I was treated to a very sensual rub-down and cleaning, the husband and wife team taking special care of me. Under the hot water, they covered me with their hands and brought me to another shuddering climax. We slept that night entwined on the bed, me head on Maritza’s chest, Edward’s arm flung over the both of us.
***
I felt somewhat shy the next morning as we disengaged from each other and I went to use the bathroom. When I returned, Edward and Maritza were engaged in slow, passionate lovemaking. Without hesitation, they pulled me into the bed with them, and Maritza planted light, soft kisses on my face as Edward mounted me.
His thick cock stretched my tender opening, and I hissed softly. He moved slowly, though, allowing my body to accept and welcome the intrusion, and soon he was stroking the sensitive spots inside me, letting me gasp and writhe beneath him while Maritza suckled my breasts, teasing and nipping at them. This wasn’t the red-hot fire of the night before, but a light, free joining of the three of us. They cared for my unused muscles and coaxed me into the world of sensual giving. This time, however, after he ground his hips against mine, the twitching deep inside signaling his release, he pulled out and allowed his warm gaze to travel over my body, lingering on the juncture of my thighs where I could feel his seed escaping my furrow.
“Stay there,” he said and climbed off the bed.
Maritza and I watched as he rummaged through his suitcase. I couldn’t help but admire his finely shaped ass, especially for an older man. His muscles were well defined, and I enjoyed seeing the dimples appear on his buttcheeks as they flexed. He stood and returned to the bed carrying a small metal device. It was oddly shaped, like an overly large wine stopper, and had a sparkling green jewel on top.
“This is a plug,” he explained. “You’ll use it after every session to help keep my sperm inside you and hopefully aid in conception.”
As he slid the cold metal inside my body, I could feel my channel contract around it, sealing his semen inside of me. The initial cool of the metal gradually warmed with contact to my skin, and it took effort not to wriggle my body against the sensation. Maritza kissed my cheek with a smile.
“Thank you, Jane,” she said, her hand caressing the flatness of my belly. “You have no idea what this means to me.”
When I stood from the bed, the heavy weight of the plug reminded of my place and my duty. I felt like I had to squeeze my vaginal muscles just to keep it in place. I slid my arms inside the light robe, the cool fabric settling over my skin, and turned to face the couple. They were entwined on the bed, Edward planting soft kisses on Maritza’s face. I saw the glint of tears and heard the soft whispers between them.
It didn’t take much to determine this was a private moment, and I walked out to the kitchen. My feet padded softly against the floor as I made my way to the fridge and checked out what was inside. The Society had made sure my kitchen was fully stocked before my arrival with foods conducive to both fertility and maternity.
I pulled out some greens and veggies and the styrofoam container of eggs and set to making breakfast for the three of us. Edward and Maritza eventually emerged, dressed, with Maritza carrying her small bag that she’d arrived with. She was neatly made up with no sign of distress at all. Edward followed at her shoulder, an easy smile on his face, his hand resting lightly on her hip. I envied their easy togetherness. A pang of worry echoed through me. Was I doing the right thing? It felt wrong for me to intrude on what was surely an important part of marriage.
I watched Maritza turn her head to Edward with a plea
sed smile and offer her forehead for a kiss. Would she hate me for carrying the child? Would she hate the child? I served up the eggs onto three plates. Maritza bustled around next to me pouring three glasses of juice. I was startled when she paused next to me and pressed a warm kiss on my cheek. She then continued on her way, humming a soft tune. I brought the dishes to the bar and we sat there, I in the kitchen facing the windows, them across from me, side by side.
“These are wonderful,” Maritza said with gusto. “So light and fluffy.”
“I wasn’t sure how anyone liked them,” I said, “so I just kind of made it up as I went.”
Edward laughed. “That seems to be how most things work.”
Maritza reached across the counter and patted my hand. “You did fine. I want to thank you for allowing me to be involved last night. It has been a while since we’ve had so much freedom in the bedroom.”
“Oh?” I tried to sound nonchalant.
“Yes,” Maritza laughed. “I told Edward that you might not be comfortable with another person in the bedroom, let alone a woman, if you were a virgin, but he assured me that you were fine with it.”
“It was definitely new.” I forked in another mouthful and thought for a moment. “Not that I have much to compare it to.”
“True. Perhaps when this week is over, we can revisit the relationship the three of us have.” She flicked a glance at her husband. “I think Edward and I both agree that you are a welcome addition in the bedroom. He will have a chance to get to know you more this week, and we shall see how it progresses?”
I nearly choked on the mouthful of egg, and Edward looked at me in concern before turning to his wife.